Lyrics

Verse 1
On the eve of Rabbie Burns’ name,
The storm it howled, wild and untamed.
The Ayrshire winds sang fierce and free,
An ancient tune through land and sea.

The trees bowed low, their roots took flight,
Waves crashed high in the pale moonlight.
The tempest danced in nature’s wrath,
Marking the birth of a future path.

Chorus
Oh, Ayrshire’s heart, your pulse beats strong,
Through storm and gale, through ancient song.
The poet’s words, they rise anew,
In waves of change, a future’s view.

Verse 2
The oaks did break, the willows weep,
Yet whispers spoke where shadows creep.
A tale of rebirth, bold and true,
A rising dawn, the Ayrshire hue.

The waves, they carved a story’s line,
The storm unveiled a poet’s sign.
For in the chaos, beauty stirs,
A voice reborn, the land confers.

Chorus
Oh, Ayrshire’s heart, your pulse beats strong,
Through storm and gale, through ancient song.
The poet’s words, they rise anew,
In waves of change, a future’s view.

Bridge
A vision calls, through the raging roar,
The winds proclaim, “There’s so much more.”
From the ashes of this stormy plight,
A future’s Ayrshire comes to light.

Verse 3
No longer bound by tales of old,
The bard’s new song, both brave and bold.
From fallen trees and tempest’s art,
The Ayrshire soul will never part.

The waves recede, the skies grow clear,
A timeless echo we still hear.
For Burns’ flame, it burns so bright,
Guiding us through the storm’s dark night.

Chorus
Oh, Ayrshire’s heart, your pulse beats strong,
Through storm and gale, through ancient song.
The poet’s words, they rise anew,
In waves of change, a future’s view.

Outro
So let the winds of Rabbie’s day,
Carry the words we dare to say.
Through storms we rise, through waves we turn,
The poet’s fire will always burn.